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Icon by @patomarzm || Whump || They/them // 23 // Moya // spicy content occasionally // vents a lot, sorry
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idk who else to ask so im just kinda asking you

how would a whumpee that kinda like. became feral from dehumanization be able to recover from it? with like, no help from medical people, and maybe (an unlikely chance but) about maybe one person helping

I thought about this for a while, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any stories or snippets on here where a conditioned Whumpee—to the extent you’re talking—recovers on their own. There’s always a caretaker to coddle them and coach them through it and honestly, this is a great idea and there should be a lot more of solo recovery arcs. Anyways, here’s a few of my thoughts

  • Out of necessity. At one point they realize inside their broken mind that acting like how they are, living off the streets between dumpsters, in the back of alleys, lashing out at anyone and anything that comes close to them, isn’t assisting in survival. At one point, they’re so starving and they’re cold, the only way to receive help in that moment is to mimic the behavior they see. They follow some old fellow in a tattered coat to a soup kitchen, copy their actions leading in, and eventually once they’re served a warm meal and passed a blanket, that begins everything.
  • They would have to desensitize themself to the sounds and sights that would have once sent them into a panic. The world is loud and bright and full of people, none of which is going anywhere, and unless they want to die on the side of the road they have to learn to live with it
  • I imagine them almost like a stray dog. Stalking the roads, growling at anyone who comes too close, digging for crumbs in the trash cans behind bakeries and cafes.
  • Slowly, they’re forced to learn how to read and count again, how to speak and how to act. It’s all about survival. If they say “hello, please,” and smile, maybe someone will drop a few pieces of paper into their palm, and they’ve since learned that that paper can be traded in the big buildings for food.
  • They copy what they see, good and bad. They’ll slip things from the store into their pocket and run when it sets off alarms. They’ll do anything they can for food, and if they can’t find food they’ll beg any random stranger that they pass. They learn quickly they can’t resort to aggression anymore, that anger will lead to consequences.

Yeah that’s really all I got, for the “no caretaker at all” part at least. Mimicking what they see and basically teaching themself how to be human again from that. If you’d like me to do another piece with feral whumpees and single caretakers, lmk!

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I haven’t written it all, but for the villain whumpee, River, this is what happened to him.

He was alone because the narrative sold to the public and even his companions was that he had betrayed heroes and people. He was left on his own after heavy dehumanization. Also another oc didn’t really go through their recovery completely alone but a big part of it was by self initiative.

So I have a few points about how a dehumanized whumpee could recover on their own.

  • Aggression can be animalistic until they find they are living in a society. Then, instinct kicks in and the whumpee will attempt to socialize by using dominating behaviors. Intimidation, plain old attacking, setting traps. Maybe it will be successful sometimes, but there will also be others when they’re possibly getting beaten up for even trying. This will further drive the whumpee into making better strategies and/or getting stronger.
  • They’re cautious to the point of paranoia, so it is very likely a whumpee that has gone feral will search for isolated places, such as woods or abandoned buildings. That means they will have to have a food source nearby, so many gross stuff will ensue. This is doubly powerful if they were trained to “earn” their food. Their justification to that will be “hunting it”. Until hunting within their “domains” stall or is threatened by an outsider, they’re very likely to not leave.
  • A feral whumpee will continue to be so until sufficiently exposed to social norms. They can take the escape route to a safe environment or mimic their peers. It’s very instinctual to mirror people, however a feral whumpee will only copy behaviors that will give them a reward. It doesn’t have to be positive and will not be registered as a wrong doing because rewards are given when they do something well and they kinda really need that half eaten burger in the trash, so it’s fine if they punch their way to get it. The lack of social interaction can and will stop the process of integration BECAUSE there’s nobody to make corrections.
  • Sickness is probably gonna be dealt in the most heinous way ever and be left to heal on its own. So whumpee will either develop a high pain tolerance or lower their defenses enough to try and earn help form another person, even if they’re still so anxious about people they are swatting away hands and are gone the second they feel they’re ok or know the procedure to heal themselves so they take what they need and leave.
  • Like op said, mimicking and acting will have a lot to do in their recovery. They can act composed, they can act like they’re a human who has never been treated so badly they don’t consider themselves a person even if they are safe. They can also be surrounded by people, but they’re unable to create a meaningful connection because they have put up walls so high and thick it would be easier to dig underneath to get to them. So a feral whumpee might behave, but inside they’re fighting their conditioning so hard, relationships get strained and can be potential triggers, so they will be moving a lot because their façade falls over and over.
  • A dehumanized whumpee that has been abandoned or disposed of, might latch into anyone that does the bare minimum, but like a stray dog, the moment they try to show any type of affection they will be running away. They don’t have the emotional development to trust anybody by random bouts of kindness, so if whumpee isn’t gonna have that exposure regularly, they will continue to be fearful and doubting of everyone.
  • If whumpee is in a foreign land, they are super likely to become even more closeted, but also, for survival, they will have to sit, watch and learn. They’re probably gonna wander around searching for someone who they can understand, but if there’s nobody, they will search for ways to learn around the culture by observation and trial and error.

For now that’s all I can think about, but just gotta say a whumpee who recovers on their own will have to have exposure to others in order to do so. They can’t really shed the feral and survival mode until they’re safely allocated and don’t have to worry much about the people surrounding them. Even if it’s for two days or less, those whumpees will heal by watching and adapting behaviors from others into their own lives. That means, you can have a whumpee who is feral and will kill anybody who gets too close, slowly grow into someone who is paranoid, stressed and reserved and will kill anybody who gets too close but looks like they have integrated into society again.

Much of recovery on your own is gonna be an act you write from stolen paragraphs of other people’s script hoping it’s good enough to pass as an “authentic” one. So a whumpee who recovered on their own from dehumanization could struggle with that sense of being “a real human” because they are essentially just acting, not emotionally integrating their behavior as one of adaptation, but of survival.

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Pet whump, anyone? Yeah, me too.

From: Murderous Lewellyn’s Candlelit Dinner (a shounenai comic)

This happens quite far into the series and is a pretty huge backstory reveal, but like I don’t want to spoiler tag it LMAO I’m just a sadist like that. If you were planning on reading the comic with no spoilers, suffer 😂 SORRY. I doubt anyone cares about this random BL comic with a super weird title.

Such a good read tho!

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Smoke, Salt, and Asbestos - Chapter 21

CW: sickness/curses, coma

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Most fae do not have names, I am told. The Seelie King and Queen are most certainly amongst them. The two are only known as "King" and "Queen" - "Seelie King" and "Seelie Queen" to outsiders. I'm told this is customary in fae culture. However, I doubt that it's easy for them to keep track of who's who without names. They just feel too vital to our identity.

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When Briac heard that they would be meeting the Seelie King, he certainly expected someone regal. The Seelie King certainly met that image, perhaps even went beyond. He had towering antlers that cast a shadow upon whoever stood in front of him and cloven hooves that clicked whenever he took a step. 

His feline eyes were piercing as he regarded Briac and Silvanus. Briac felt unworthy in front of him. He felt so incredibly small and helpless.

Silvanus bowed, following Dubheasa’s prompting. Briac was quick to follow. 

I need to get myself together. I need to do this for them.

He looked next to him. Dubheasa and Silvanus were still bowed, but he felt a certain warmth knowing that they were there with him.

I’m not alone.

Not anymore.

After all, Silvanus had given everything to rescue him. Silvanus entered a completely unfamiliar world just to save him. Briac still didn’t understand why, but found that the guilt was fading slowly with each day. He hadn’t messed anything up. He hadn’t hurt anyone. Quite the opposite, in fact. 

I’m good. I’m a good faerie. I’m a good changeling. It wasn’t my fault.

It was a mantra Briac found himself repeating in front of the King, trying to calm himself before such a powerful figure.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Your Grace,” Dubheasa said with her head bowed.

“I should be thanking the three of you. You all may rise.”

Lord, I’ve been reading this so intently since I found it, and I just wanna talk before I move to the newest chapter.

First, Briac you’re so lovely. I loved your ir process to he. What a wonderful lad. Wish you could show a big of how strong you were when you were a troublemaker. Although I never understood if you smelled Silvanus and said well, you stink, but you’re nice, so you get a pass.

Second, Silvanus I adore you and your gloominess. Smart and still reckless and emotional. Lovely.

Third Dubheasa girl bossing her way out of problems as a girl boss would yes.

Also how cruel it is that Silvanus can’t use his alchemy anymore? He was so good at it! So why..? Tho, I would find it amusing his ability to do alchemy again was linked with his curse. If he wants to continue, he will have to give up or endure the pain that’s to have a bonded. (If there is, which seems not to be the case, but for whump purposes sounds amazing)

Also bonded whump is so nice. Kinda want it to be a trap so we can make Silvanus feel Briac’s pain and viceversa.

Also nah! Don’t forgive him Maximilian! I want you two to fight

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Smoke, Salt, and Asbestos - Chapter 21

CW: sickness/curses, coma

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Most fae do not have names, I am told. The Seelie King and Queen are most certainly amongst them. The two are only known as "King" and "Queen" - "Seelie King" and "Seelie Queen" to outsiders. I'm told this is customary in fae culture. However, I doubt that it's easy for them to keep track of who's who without names. They just feel too vital to our identity.

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When Briac heard that they would be meeting the Seelie King, he certainly expected someone regal. The Seelie King certainly met that image, perhaps even went beyond. He had towering antlers that cast a shadow upon whoever stood in front of him and cloven hooves that clicked whenever he took a step. 

His feline eyes were piercing as he regarded Briac and Silvanus. Briac felt unworthy in front of him. He felt so incredibly small and helpless.

Silvanus bowed, following Dubheasa’s prompting. Briac was quick to follow. 

I need to get myself together. I need to do this for them.

He looked next to him. Dubheasa and Silvanus were still bowed, but he felt a certain warmth knowing that they were there with him.

I’m not alone.

Not anymore.

After all, Silvanus had given everything to rescue him. Silvanus entered a completely unfamiliar world just to save him. Briac still didn’t understand why, but found that the guilt was fading slowly with each day. He hadn’t messed anything up. He hadn’t hurt anyone. Quite the opposite, in fact. 

I’m good. I’m a good faerie. I’m a good changeling. It wasn’t my fault.

It was a mantra Briac found himself repeating in front of the King, trying to calm himself before such a powerful figure.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Your Grace,” Dubheasa said with her head bowed.

“I should be thanking the three of you. You all may rise.”

Lord, I’ve been reading this so intently since I found it, and I just wanna talk before I move to the newest chapter.

First, Briac you’re so lovely. I loved your ir process to he. What a wonderful lad. Wish you could show a big of how strong you were when you were a troublemaker. Although I never understood if you smelled Silvanus and said well, you stink, but you’re nice, so you get a pass.

Second, Silvanus I adore you and your gloominess. Smart and still reckless and emotional. Lovely.

Third Dubheasa girl bossing her way out of problems as a girl boss would yes.

Also how cruel it is that Silvanus can’t use his alchemy anymore? He was so good at it! So why..? Tho, I would find it amusing his ability to do alchemy again was linked with his curse. If he wants to continue, he will have to give up or endure the pain that’s to have a bonded. (If there is, which seems not to be the case, but for whump purposes sounds amazing)

Also bonded whump is so nice. Kinda want it to be a trap so we can make Silvanus feel Briac’s pain and viceversa.

Also nah! Don’t forgive him Maximilian! I want you two to fight

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Hungry dog
So it was originally a drabble for whumptober but i think im a little too late for that (´ . .̫ . `) But i wanted to share a little snippet of Cody. He's going to be more of... Everything i suppose, he doesn't have a linear story or one whumper. His story is only in two parts, trauma and recovery. I won't post it in chronological order either, but i hope you stick around to find out more about him! (◡ ω ◡)
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CW: Pet whump, dehumanization, captivity, food depravation, descriptions of thin body, choking, humiliation (boot licking), kicking, ask to tag more
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Robowhump 8

What even is following prompts anyways. Using “Program override” and “vital component damage” for some of Ian´s backstory. TW// emotional neglect, gaslight,

Ian remembered liking robots from a very young age.

They weren´t exactly alive, but they moved! They talked! They would do anything you told them to without getting tired! And they wouldn´t leave you alone when they went to work.

His mother was out already when he woke up and would come home after he was already asleep. So he barely saw her on weekends. His father was home more often and it was thanks to him that he had picked up coding as a hobby. But Ian had the feeling his father forgot he existed sometimes.

“That´s a nice toy Ian! Did mom give it to you?” he once asked while they were having breakfast. Ian remembered blinking at him and then at the car toy on his hands.

“It was young Ian´s Christmas gift from you, sir” one of the butler robots replied for him.

“…Right. True” He whispered. He tried switching the subject “And how´s school?”

“…It´s summer dad” Ian responded after a second, before lifting himself up and walking to his room.

After closing the door, Ian breathed in deeply, put on his headphones and kept working on his summer project: a broken butler android.

Ian was determined to fix what his mother had been very upset when it broke. It was her own butler robot as there was one for Ian alone and one for his father. If he fixed it for her… Maybe she would be proud of him.

Maybe she would be more interested in being with him.

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Files

TW// Slavery, pet whump, human trafficking, past abuse, implied past torture, implied minor involving whump, blood, strangling, abduction, dehumanization, loss of identity.

“Ma´am? Are you ok?” The question pulled the woman´s eyes back to the boy handing him her coffee. White eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I´m ok. Don´t worry about it” She took the cup with a low thank you. The boy looked at her for a second before going back to cleaning the kitchen. She jumped when the door rang and Albus went to open it quickly, but Zarai stopped him mid track “I will go”

“But-” Albus received a look. Noticing more worry than anger, he put his hands on his back as his owner went to the door.

Zarai opened it expecting the doctor with a yellow folder, but found Carla with a box of art supplies on her arms instead. “Oh, hey!” she kissed her cheek “I told Albus if he could help me with a portrait of mom. You know her birthday is near, so, I came to drop some stuff. Is he inside?” she said naturally. Looking over her shoulder to find the albino standing on the kitchen still. “Hey there! Thanks for the help!” she yelled at the flushing boy “Such a nice guy. Anyways, can I come in. These are heavy”

“Uh, yeah, sure” she stepped aside as she heard a little thank you and Albus trotting to help her. Zarai looked outside. Searching for the man´s car with no avail. In a sigh, she closed the door thinking about his call from last night.

“Someone from the company is following me” he had whispered at midnight, waking her up fully  “They have been at it all day. Even when I drove to the municipal office and stayed there for a while”

“You think they know of the files?” Zarai replied putting her glasses back on. She heard a bit of a shaky breath.

“They know. It’s not the first time, but it’s the longest. They drop it at the municipal office. Always” the angish of his tone made her lift her feet.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I´m gonna hide for a while”

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A good pet

Wow it´s been such a long time since I wrote this. Anyways, welcome back to “that-box-boy-prompt-made-me-accidentally-write-a-novel”!

TW// Pet whump, box boy whump, slavery, dehumanization, dubcon, noncon, workplace assault, conditioning, suggestive photos taken and spreaded without consent, NSFW on some parts so heads up!

The Dune´s CEO was sitting in front of the contract that would determine the success of Zarai´s project. The man made it seem as he was skimming through it, resting his head on his hand with legs crossed. It was a two page long document. He would have been over a long time ago if the man´s eyes weren´t nailed on him.

“Is there a problem?” Zarai asked to move his attention back to the contract. The man laid it down with a hum.

“Just one” Zarai breathed in slowly “I´m not very interested on signing this right now” he said holding the document as if it was covered in piss.

“I would like a reason for that” Zarai replied as a nerve popped on her forehead.

The man hummed looking at Albus. Staring at him from head to toe. The boy looked away feeling his cheeks burning up. An smile stretched his lips as he turned to Zarai 

“Your assistant. He´s very...distracting” he explained standing up. Zarai followed him to her back where she saw him taking Albus chin to make terrified red eyes stare into his “I think he could help me change my mind” He said sliding his hand to his shoulders and then tried to go down to his chest but was stopped when Zarai´s hand tightened around the man´s wrist and yanked him away with a pathetic yelp.

“Excuse my manners, but I would like you to respect my assistant” Zarai said staring into the man´s eyes as she slowly gripped harder “If that´s not of your liking, I will be happy to ask security to show you the exit” She let go as the man gave her a scowl. The man rubbed his wrist with a wrinkled nose.

“Then I won´t sign the contract” Albus heart sank at the threat. He had been working to exhaustion for this project, as everyone else on the department. Zarai had been working weeks to get a single conversation of two minutes from the man and both had pulled all nighters together to not make her underling´s work even worse. Besides, it would be a serious loss for the company if Dune didn´t sign. Albus breath wavered. What was he against that?

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Overworked

I´m liking how this edited versions are turning out. Hope you like the new versions!

TW// Dehumanization, pet whump, slavery, self loathing, conditioning, touch starved whumpee, exhaustion, basically, PTSD, hallucinating, choking and sick whumpee. 

The phone didn’t have time to ring when Zarai took it and breathed out a “yes?”

Albus perked up from his computer to stare at her in anticipation.

“It’s her. I’m deeply grateful for taking my call, Mister Jefferson” it took a moment for her to talk again. “The outline of the project?” she didn’t even look up when Albus was already handing it to her “yes I have it right here” she read the highlighted spots first “There were, some obstacles, but they have been taken care of as you required” Albus shifted slightly on his feet when she hummed under her breath. Then walked to his own desk. “On the 5th? Of May?” Zarai looked up and Albus was already typing it on the calendar. “Yes, yes. I’ll be sure to send a copy to your assistant” Albus squinted trying to remember the address. But finally hit sent two seconds before Zarai hanged up.

He stood up and followed her out of the office typing on his tablet.

“Did you send the documents to Terrance?” she asked as Albus put down his tablet.

“Yes, ma’am. Already sent an email to the counsel and to Lia from treasury to verify the details of the contract” he said before she asked. “I’ve taken care of all the affairs on the evening as well, so your agenda for today is clear, ma’am”

“Good” she simply said as she walked to the smoker’s area and noticed she had run out. Before she could even open her mouth, Albus already had a brand new package in front of her

“Thought you were running out, ma’am” she blinked at him before taking them with a short thanks. He lit it up and sat quietly next to her. Eyes focused on other tasks on his tablet. Occasionally he eyed her furtively.

She noticed the big eye bags below the glasses, how he rubbed his eyes and took off his glasses to massage between them just to sigh and continue working, but simply preferred to continue smoking in silence.

It was a few days later that Zarai was dragging him to a meeting. Coffee on her hands as she listened to Sasha give her the summary of their progress.

Albus was supposed to be writing what she said, but he already knew what she was talking about. Most of it he had signed it and fixed it himself.

His sight suddenly became blurry and he tried to rub it away with one hand, but it was no use.

He was so tired.

His cheeks were burning up and were a hot pink. Every time he moved the world became white around the edge and a cold shiver went like lightening through his limbs. So heavy and feeling like jelly at each step.

He didn’t remember when the last time he slept was. It had been his seventh night videoconferencing and managing smaller projects on the side with Sasha´s Sign language lessons and cleaning duties during the weekends at home, that became ever so more tedious as he had to neglect them to prioritize the office work. He had blanked out while cleaning the bathroom with a bottle of cleaner under his nose for an hour. Maybe that had something to do with the migraine…

He rested his back against the chair shoving down a groan. 

“Just…a minute…” he told himself before heavy eyelids shut down with a sigh.

The sound of applauses got drowned in the ringing of his ears.

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Forgotten

Please tell me if you´d like me to add or remove you from the list.

Revamped this little extra entirely. Hope you like it!

CW// Desrealization, dissoci@tion, PTSD, amnesia, conditioning, pet whump, creepy caretaker and some angst.

It was late evening on a Friday. An unusually lazy day, where Zarai had gone back home earlier than closing time. Although, it had become almost routine to take the long way home on Fridays.

When that happened she got in her car, put the radio and went around the city. Albus got weirdly excited whenever they passed something familiar, like a supermarket or the highway to work. Because it meant they were soon to get home. However, he also deeply enjoyed seeing new things.

The school with white tiles and the copper statue of a man in robes, or the library next to it with a modern glass and steel structure that allowed to see through the many students fighting to stay awake during finals week. 

He was marveled by the colors of all the small and big stores in the business district. He always tried to memorize their colors so he could draw them later. 

His glasses had now made the world clearer to him and used any opportunity to burn into his memory every sight. 

Albus particularly liked passing the park. If he stretched his neck a bit and squinted, he could see the lake hidden by a thick layer of trees. Somehow, it sparked a certain displeasure on the back of his head to catch a glimpse of water, but he loved the colors reflected in the water when the sun went down.

He was looking at the windows of a candy store when Zarai asked him the usual question on those days.

“Do you see anything familiar?”

He gave one last look at the intersection. The candy store in one side, the entrance to a larger building on the other and a newspaper stand in front of a coffee shop.

“No, ma’am” it was the answer most times. She would sigh and put her hand on her cheek before making the car move again.

He would then lower his head, rounding his thumbs over each other before looking out the window again. Trying to catch something that was familiar to satisfy his obviously displeased owner.

“Nothing?” She insisted.

“Only those, ma’am” he pointed to the signs that read the highway was 300 meters to the right. She sighed loudly before turning right. “I´m sorry”

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Robowhump 7

Switching prompts? I call it Narrative parkour!

TW// shocking, implied past abuse, torture

Tbh this is just some mild angst XD

Ian had showed Exia outside as soon as it could get up. It walked silently behind him until they reached outside.

Exia had blinked for a second. Trying to process its protocols and compare. But there was no logical reason for the young man to walk closer to the fence Exia had climbed the night before.

It walked at Ian´s pace, one step at a time, when in the tenth, Exia fell to the ground. Shaking and twisting for a long minute until Creek and Liam dragged it closer to the house.

“Come again, Exia” Ian ordered the android. Two arms pulled Exia up and pushed it towards Ian. The shock was even stronger it made it gasp and dirty the white clothes with mud.

Exia could sense itself shaking in and out of trying to enter hibernation but a message kept popping right after the other in its view.

>>Hibernation command can not execute. Uninstall EXIAS_OBEDIENCE_PROTOCOL_NEW or grant permission to temporarily deactivate<<

Finally, Ian grabbed Exia by the hair and walked away from the fence. The shaking stopped.

“I set it to be two times stronger for every meter you get close, So…” Ian lifted Exia up and patted away the dirt off its shoulders “Don´t” He said giving him an uncharacteristic smile before going back to the house.

Creek passed his hand over Exia´s shoulder and forced it to walk along. “So that´s how it is now! Back to the basics aren´t we Exia?” The man said shaking the android a bit.

“You´re right, Mister Creek” Exia answered, the visuals of its first weeks with both of them popping back into its view before it brushed them away. The shocks were worse now.

“Look carefully Liam. Exia´s showing signs of something. What is that? Archive the conclusion in the response gallery” Creek told the android as they entered the house. Exia hadn´t forgot that Liam was their final project.

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Overworked

I´m liking how this edited versions are turning out. Hope you like the new versions!

TW// Dehumanization, pet whump, slavery, self loathing, conditioning, touch starved whumpee, exhaustion, basically, PTSD, hallucinating, choking and sick whumpee. 

The phone didn’t have time to ring when Zarai took it and breathed out a “yes?”

Albus perked up from his computer to stare at her in anticipation.

“It’s her. I’m deeply grateful for taking my call, Mister Jefferson” it took a moment for her to talk again. “The outline of the project?” she didn’t even look up when Albus was already handing it to her “yes I have it right here” she read the highlighted spots first “There were, some obstacles, but they have been taken care of as you required” Albus shifted slightly on his feet when she hummed under her breath. Then walked to his own desk. “On the 5th? Of May?” Zarai looked up and Albus was already typing it on the calendar. “Yes, yes. I’ll be sure to send a copy to your assistant” Albus squinted trying to remember the address. But finally hit sent two seconds before Zarai hanged up.

He stood up and followed her out of the office typing on his tablet.

“Did you send the documents to Terrance?” she asked as Albus put down his tablet.

“Yes, ma’am. Already sent an email to the counsel and to Lia from treasury to verify the details of the contract” he said before she asked. “I’ve taken care of all the affairs on the evening as well, so your agenda for today is clear, ma’am”

“Good” she simply said as she walked to the smoker’s area and noticed she had run out. Before she could even open her mouth, Albus already had a brand new package in front of her

“Thought you were running out, ma’am” she blinked at him before taking them with a short thanks. He lit it up and sat quietly next to her. Eyes focused on other tasks on his tablet. Occasionally he eyed her furtively.

She noticed the big eye bags below the glasses, how he rubbed his eyes and took off his glasses to massage between them just to sigh and continue working, but simply preferred to continue smoking in silence.

It was a few days later that Zarai was dragging him to a meeting. Coffee on her hands as she listened to Sasha give her the summary of their progress.

Albus was supposed to be writing what she said, but he already knew what she was talking about. Most of it he had signed it and fixed it himself.

His sight suddenly became blurry and he tried to rub it away with one hand, but it was no use.

He was so tired.

His cheeks were burning up and were a hot pink. Every time he moved the world became white around the edge and a cold shiver went like lightening through his limbs. So heavy and feeling like jelly at each step.

He didn’t remember when the last time he slept was. It had been his seventh night videoconferencing and managing smaller projects on the side with Sasha´s Sign language lessons and cleaning duties during the weekends at home, that became ever so more tedious as he had to neglect them to prioritize the office work. He had blanked out while cleaning the bathroom with a bottle of cleaner under his nose for an hour. Maybe that had something to do with the migraine…

He rested his back against the chair shoving down a groan. 

“Just…a minute…” he told himself before heavy eyelids shut down with a sigh.

The sound of applauses got drowned in the ringing of his ears.

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Forgotten

Please tell me if you´d like me to add or remove you from the list.

Revamped this little extra entirely. Hope you like it!

CW// Desrealization, dissoci@tion, PTSD, amnesia, conditioning, pet whump, creepy caretaker and some angst.

It was late evening on a Friday. An unusually lazy day, where Zarai had gone back home earlier than closing time. Although, it had become almost routine to take the long way home on Fridays.

When that happened she got in her car, put the radio and went around the city. Albus got weirdly excited whenever they passed something familiar, like a supermarket or the highway to work. Because it meant they were soon to get home. However, he also deeply enjoyed seeing new things.

The school with white tiles and the copper statue of a man in robes, or the library next to it with a modern glass and steel structure that allowed to see through the many students fighting to stay awake during finals week. 

He was marveled by the colors of all the small and big stores in the business district. He always tried to memorize their colors so he could draw them later. 

His glasses had now made the world clearer to him and used any opportunity to burn into his memory every sight. 

Albus particularly liked passing the park. If he stretched his neck a bit and squinted, he could see the lake hidden by a thick layer of trees. Somehow, it sparked a certain displeasure on the back of his head to catch a glimpse of water, but he loved the colors reflected in the water when the sun went down.

He was looking at the windows of a candy store when Zarai asked him the usual question on those days.

“Do you see anything familiar?”

He gave one last look at the intersection. The candy store in one side, the entrance to a larger building on the other and a newspaper stand in front of a coffee shop.

“No, ma’am” it was the answer most times. She would sigh and put her hand on her cheek before making the car move again.

He would then lower his head, rounding his thumbs over each other before looking out the window again. Trying to catch something that was familiar to satisfy his obviously displeased owner.

“Nothing?” She insisted.

“Only those, ma’am” he pointed to the signs that read the highway was 300 meters to the right. She sighed loudly before turning right. “I´m sorry”

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White Noise

(A suggestion, but if you read First Day before this one, you will get some feels of Zarai´s development. Also, I wrote this while listening to Midwayer by Joep Beving and blame the tune for how soft this turned out)

TW// Dehumanization, pet whump, slavery, all the box boy jazz. Fluff, hurt comfort and a bit of angst.

Robert had brought him on a luxurious car looking unharmed. Zarai had given the man a look as they passed to the house and Albus served them a drink until Claude arrived.

“Remember what I told you” Zarai whispered to the boy before closing the entrance´s door. The boy nodded slightly.

“Yes, ma´am. Have a safe trip” he said before she gave him a pained look and locked the door. She had been especially grim that day. Wearing black and not enough make up to hide her teary eyes.

Even then, she hadn´t told him where they were going.

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First mistake

In which we learn Albus can´t see anything.  

CW// Pet whump, dehumanization, defiant whumpee, migraines, whumpee as caretaker. Pretty mild one. 

Days later, Albus was having a headache.

It was getting harder to read the reports or even his own notes, and his eyes weren´t taking lightly the increasing strain.

“Are you taking anything for that?” Sasha asked with cards and papers scattered around their table on the cafeteria.

Albus grunted “I can´t take medicine” he said squinting harder at his excel document. Re-reading it for the tenth time.

“You allergic?” Tony asked scratching his head before showing the boy the piece he was working on “Hey, what do you think of this?” Albus sighed, giving up on trying to understand.

“I don´t need them” The boy took a look at the man´s tablet and was marveled as always. But the colors made him stare away. Too vibrant for him “It´s good” he said closing his eyes for a second.

“Dude are you sure about that?” Sasha asked stopping the sound of rushed typing.  

“I have gone through worse without them. I´m fine” he growled annoyed at her insistence “Why does this have last week´s numbers?” he showed her his tablet. She took a look and then directed an even more worried look at him.

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A little talk

Let´s get right to the spicy things.

CW// Pet whump, dehumanization, implied torture and dubcon, noncon touch, creepy whumper, creepy caretaker, touch starved whumpee, mind games, conditioning and manipulation. 

A few weeks passed quicker than Albus had imagined. He quickly understood his Mistress had a quick paced life hard to keep up with. 

She was someone that was hard to read. 

One morning she could be the tough, unforgiving business woman that would scold him for every misstep and another she would cook him her favorite breakfast “just to know if you would like it”, she had said. 

His heart had warmed up at her words and had taken a mouthful of the dripping-with-spicy-salsa eggs that set his mouth fully on fire. 

“Delicious, th-thank you so much, ma´am.” he said sniffing away the burn on his tongue as his eyes turned glassy “Thank you for cooking for me, ma´am” he had said before Zarai rushed to stop him and then flew to get him milk. He had profusely apologized for not being able to handle spice, as it was something his owner had treated him to.

The boy had felt something fuzzy settle on his chest when Zarai told him he was allowed to refuse to eat something if he didn´t want to. And when he did left food, he had surprised himself to find it on the fridge for him to take when he wanted. 

It didn´t take him long to understand food wasn´t given as a reward, nor was earned, but it did take time to not check on the fridge every few minutes to reassure himself he wasn´t dreaming.

From then on, Zarai kept in mind Albus diet shouldn´t include anything too spicy. He would plummet down on his bed at night remembering in the middle of night that he had to change. 

However, there were also be times when he would stay up all night with a dictionary and practice books laid all over his desk, every night more cluttered than the one before. During those silent moments, he would twist the collar between his fingers and slide his eyes to the sketchbook. Allowing himself to wonder what would Sann be doing. If he was fast asleep, safe and calm or awake on Robert´s arms wearing that fake smile or trying to hold a scream.

He shook the thoughts away and tried focusing on work. 

There was no point in worrying, he told himself over and over. If anything, he could only hope that if their owners allowed it, they would meet again. Mysteriously, that thought alone pulled him to try to play the role of “Albus Serra, Zarai´s assistant” better. 

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The office

Stablishing roles is hard when you have to play two. 

CW// Slavery, BBU, pet whump, dehumanization, implied dubcon, creepy whumper, creepy caretaker, conditioning and collars.

As Zarai entered the building she felt eyes on her. Surprise and curiosity shamelessly hanging on their faces. It wasn’t her spotless suit or the inquisitive look in her eyes what attracted the viewers. That was the normal Zarai after all. They were following the gray suited boy behind her. Walking with her case and coat on his arms.

“Is he her new assistant?” A person whispered as they saw them walk out of the lift.

“I already feel sorry for him” the person next to them replied taking a sip from their coffee.

“Bet he doesn’t make it ‘til’ lunch before getting fired” a man joked from his desk.

By the time Zarai settled on her desk, Albus getting fired before the day ended was the popular theory.

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